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@thewincestcommunity
Calling all artists, authors, and fans!
We’re looking to publish a physical zine focused on the unrelentless, cosmic, burn-the-world-for-you love between Sam and Dean Winchester.
We’ll be running a survey from now until July 8th to gauge interest for this project, and get feedback back on ideas for themes, merch, and all the little fun details.
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- Mod C.
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Eldritch Bang writer and artist sign-ups are now open! Writer sign-ups will close on June 30th and artist sign-ups will remain open until July 21st.
Please review the 2019 schedule, rules, and faqs, and then:
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It’s not really something they bring up, because they both get it.
The bunker is just… big. Bigger than anything they’ve ever had. Sam and Dean’s rooms are only a hallway apart, but it’s been too long, they both guess, of Sam and Dean’s beds being only a few feet apart, whether that’s the space separating two queens at a motel or just the distance between Baby’s front and back seats.
If relative safety was measured in distance from brother to brother, then for years they’ve felt safest asleep. They could sense each other in the dark; sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, you.
Without it was liveable, but endlessly uncomfortable. So the night Dean awoke from not-quite-sleep to Sam’s silhouette leaned against the doorframe, he just grunted in acknowledgement and moved to one side of the bed, pulling the covers back on the other.
When Sam’s weight settled beside him, Dean resisted the urge to sigh in relief. This was better. This made sense.
Sam was gone when he woke up, but there was an impression in the memory foam that was roughly Sam-sized, still warm from when he rose with the sun hours ago.
Neither mentioned anything, but the next night, when Dean knocked on the door to Sam’s room, Sam let him in. And when he woke at sunrise, he took one last look at his older brother in his bed and let it make him feel secure before going for his run.
Neither mentioned anything, but it came to be that whoever went to bed first, the other followed. Even when they fought, because even angry they couldn’t deny each other this.
The first time Sam jolted awake from a nightmare, Dean sensed it and woke seconds later, one hand flying to his brother’s face, his shoulder, the other curling its fingers around the .45 under his pillow.
When they locked eyes, Sam shook his head, no danger, and Dean paused, then nodded, relaxed again.
Sam shifted, but before he could turn, Dean caught his hand and pushed his fingers through Sam’s.
Dean’s eyes were already closed when Sam looked, so he squeezed their palms tight together, then released and shifted forward. Towards him.
It felt right.
And another night, when it was evidently Dean’s turn to have a nightmare, and he woke only to find himself wrapped in Sam’s arms, his baby brother’s face just millimeters from his, oh, it felt right.
“I’m here, Dean. I’m here. I’m here.”
In the morning he wasn’t, but that was fine, because they both get it.
In the morning when Sam wakes, or on the rare occasion that Dean wakes first, the indentation of one brother in the memory foam isn’t separated from the other’s. Daylight comes with a literal empty space where he should be.
In the morning, they’re both a little grumpy.
It’s worst on happy nights. Finished hunts and hard-earned rest, they learn, make them eager for each other’s touch. They smile tiredly as Dean runs fingers through Sam’s hair, Sam rubs circles at Dean’s waist, Dean noses into Sam’s neck. Constantly close enough to share breath, always, always, until they do.
Sam could easily plead temporary insanity; anyone so close to his big brother’s soft mouth could go a little crazy. Hell, Sam’s seen it happen himself.
He’s just never been the one, and he pulls away quickly, belatedly murmurs “Can I?”, and, thank God or whoever the fuck’s paying attention these days, Dean just smashes their lips back together.
Sam grunts just from relief but Dean pushes his tongue into his brother’s mouth and turns the sound into a moan, and it’s forceful but unhurried, pacifying. They fall asleep that way.
When Sam rises with the sun and finds his fingers clutched in Dean’s, he smiles to himself. Kisses the back of Dean’s knuckles, then his shoulder, then hums in pleased surprise at the kiss back when he reaches Dean’s lips.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Hmm. Don’t look very sorry.”
His little brother gives him this fiendish grin, and his eyes narrow a little. “You’re right. I’m not.”
Then Sam’s weight settles over Dean’s hips and Dean’s whining into his mouth, thinking, damn, Sammy.
Oh, it feels right.
Dean Winchester’s a heartbreaker—a leather jacket and a winning smile with too much confidence and too few morals. John knows it better than most, watched him grow up from the freckle-face kid sneaking peeks down the waitress’s top as she bent to kiss his forehead to the just-passing-through guy stealing firsts from doe-eyed girls still wearing skirts past their knees. John rolls his eyes every time Dean comes home smelling like sex with some girl’s first kiss smeared around his mouth, lipstick prints on his cheek where it’s dimpled with his smug grin. He occasionally spares a moment of pity for the clueless parents of Dean’s conquests—poor bastards none the wiser, no idea that their baby’s been backseat broken-in. But he can barely manage his own kids most days, can’t be looking out for the fathers of pretty young things aching to get their legs spread and hearts bruised. Besides, he has to give the kid credit—he’s got a good head on his shoulders and a strong sense of duty, still does as he’s told and looks after his brother without question. That’s all John’s ever really asked—take care of Sammy. Sammy who’s stubborn and outspoken, ready to fight more often than not, growing up too fast. But those eyes that go so hard and cold when they turn John’s way still look to his brother like he hung the moon. That’s why John doesn’t argue when Dean lets Sam tag along with him on what should be school nights—the kid’s practically beaming every time he hops in shotgun and Dean peels out down the street. John doesn’t really get it; he figures Dean must be getting tired of his little brother wanting to be joined at the hip, and Sam oughta be bored silly being left behind in some diner booth while Dean romances their server, or dropped at the arcade with a pocket full of change so Dean can sneak away with some girl giggling at his side. But if it makes them happy—and better yet, keeps Sam’s surly attitude and snide comments at bay—John’s not gonna question it. Besides, Sam’s coming into his own, now, growing tall with sharpening edges, a face and frame that promise to turn more than a few heads. It won’t be long before he’s breaking hearts of his own, and Dean’s just showing him how it’s done. It’s harmless fun right up until he finds that tube of lipstick in Sam’s bag, secreted away beneath all those big brother hand-me-downs. It’s worn and well-used, the label showing a terrifyingly familiar peachy pink. He thinks of all the times that same shade’s been kiss-marked around Dean’s satisfied smile, how often he’s worn it paired with the perfume of leather seats and sex sweat. He thinks of the pleading look Sam turns on his brother when he begs, “Please can I come, too, Dean? Promise I’ll be good,” wide-eyed innocence suddenly turned filthy in memory.
Well, at least John got one thing right—there’s definitely a heart breaking.
grateful (1446 words) by whiskeycherrypie
Rating: General Audiences
Relationships: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester
Additional Tags: Season/Series 14 Spoilers, Episode: s14e13 Lebanon, Coda, Episode Related, Alcohol, Sharing a Bed, Suspicions, Implied/Referenced Incest, Pre-Slash, Misunderstandings, Schmoop
Summary:
John says something to Mary. Sam and Dean pass out in bed together.
The timing couldn’t be worse.
Happens right after the 300th episode Lebanon, of course contains spoilers.
(ambiguous pairing, could be read both as wincest pre-slash and as gen, because the assumptions made are incorrect at the time)
After John’s gone, they all get spectacularly drunk.
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Title: These Hands, Caked in Blood
Rating: M
Content Warnings: Torture, Character Death, Mind Break
Ships: Wincest,
Word Count: 11,549
Summary: Sam is no stranger to blood of any sort, be it angel, demon, or human. However, while searching for his brother Michael gives him a call to come to him, leading him back down to the path of addiction and pain. Only this time, its archangel blood that tempts him, just as Michael wishes to twist him into something that he can control. Trying to break free to his brother and not fall back on the temptation of blood that gives him power Sam finds himself changing into something more than he can even think of containing.
Comments: This was a Sam Winchester big bang collaboration hosted by @samwinchesterbigbang. I had so much fun drawing these pictures and even made my very first Gif! This had not been possible without the amassing fic written by the talented @womanoflettersinthebunker! Thank you so much for working with me!
Link to fic: archiveofourown
Link to author’s post: womanoflettersinthebunker
Schedule for 2018-2019
December 1st 2018: Author and artist sign ups open.
January 13th 2019: Author sign ups close.
February 3rd: Author check in via email, send 40-50% fic with outline.
March 3rd: Author check in via Google Form.
April 1st: 80% fic drafts due and summaries, via email.
April 1st: Artist sign ups close.
April 8th: Fic summaries emailed to artists with a link to a Google doc.
April 13th: Art claims open - artists send art preferences via Google form and matches are made.
April 20th: Deadline for authors or artists to tell us when they can’t post in June
April 25th: Posting dates revealed.
May 12th : Writer check ins via email with complete draft, beta edits may still be happening.
May 17th-21st: Artists check in by sending in rough sketches/outlines or finished art to mods via email.
June 1st: Posting starts!
Thank you to everyone who participated in this Wincest Big Bang! Big thank you to everyone out there who reads, comments, and shows love for the amazing works that were submitted this year.
Beyond the Hairpin Turn by kermiethefrog art by knowmefirst (Explicit)
Staying Human by CrowNoYami art by Lotrspnfangirl (Explicit)
The Longer The Waiting (The Sweeter The Kiss) by RUNEDGIRL art by STARGAZINGCHOLA (Explicit)
Camp by LAUGHABLELAMENT art by nisaki-chan (Explicit)
The Misadventures of Moose and Squirrel: It’s Complicated by amusawale art by txdora (Mature)
Can’t Start a Fire Without a Spark by cherryvanilla / sometimesalways / monalisasnmadhatters art by 2blueshoes (Explicit)
And All At Once by cinnamonanddean art by txdora (Explicit)
The Suburbs by ilostmyshoe-79 art by beingcouy (Explicit)
(I’ll Stop the World and) Melt With You by AmyPond45 art by Siennavie (Explicit)
Nothing To Lose (And Everything To Gain) by samanddeaninpanties art by wearingdeantoprom (Explicit)
You Can Hear The Whistle Blow A Hundred Miles by Bommaloo art by Malphigus (Explicit)
Who’s Keeping Count of All Our Cheap Shots by PaperAnn art by lotrspnfangirl (Explicit)
A Case For Love by TwoBoys2Love art by Sandy79 (Explicit)
Freak In The Sheets by deansmixtape/smalltrolven art by princeofpoppies (Explicit)
The City of Echoes and Yearning by soy_em art by azziria (Mature)
The Ones We Leave Behind by wicked-wincest-writer art by lizellysking (Explicit)
Playmate by JDL71 art by EMMATHESLAYER (Explicit)
The Dirty Brass Band of Unkempt Desire by Alphvjensen art by Brothersbydayloversbynight (Explicit)
As the World Falls Down by nerdygeekypastrychef art by Amberdreams (Explicit)
Throwing Stones at the Sky by jacyevans art by sandy79 (Explicit)
Extraordinary Measures by interstitial (chiisana-sukima) art by threshie (Explicit)
Ashes of Eden by BACKROSE_17 art by EMMATHESLAYER (Mature)
The Soft Closing of a Door by doilycoffin art by nisaki-chan (Explicit)
Under Your Spell by lichterin art by kuwlshadow (Explicit)
Alone I fly, With You I Soar by theydraggedmein art by bluefire986 (Explicit)
Technicolor Dream by storyspinner70 art by Emmatheslayer (Explicit)
The Fume of Sighs by ilovejared art by threshie (Explicit)
Title: The Last Rites and Resurrection of Sam Winchester
Author: iamremy/@chestercbennington
Artist: @quickreaver (art masterpost here)
Summary: An outbreak of violent murder-suicides. Death echoes. A centuries-old djinn. It’s a formidable combination on a good day. And on a bad day? Well, on a particularly bad day, it all culminates in Dean burying his brother. Alive.
Pairings: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: graphic depictions of suicide
What is Dean's reaction upon finding that Sam's condoms are bigger than his?
(read on AO3)
“Hey, you listening?” Dean hadn’t even taken hiseyes off the road. He doesn’t remember now where they were—a highway,somewhere. Meeting Dad somewhere else. Real specific. Trees on one side andempty dead farms on the other, and Sammy in the passenger seat trying to do hisreading for some school they weren’t ever coming back to. Real specific, yeah.“I’m trying to say something here.”
“No, you’re trying to be gross,” Sam firedback, and Dean didn’t need to take his eyes off the horizon to laugh at what hewas sure was a face. Sam didn’t deign to lay his brilliant thoughts outfor the normals to hear. His ridiculous expressions did more than enough.
Dean slapped sideways, anyway, and he caught arm or rib orsomething because he got a yelp and a slap back, a dude! and okay, thatmeant he had Sam’s attention. Who cared about the book, anyway. “I was saying,”Dean said, over Sam’s bitchy grumbles, “this is important, squirt. Yougotta wrap it up.”
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Title: The Fume of Sighs Author: ilovejared Artist: threshie Rating: Explicit Warnings/Spoilers: Angst, shameless schmoop, Top!Sam, Powerbottom!Dean, Did I mention schmoop? Summary: It’s a love story, plain and simple. Takes place after 11x17, Red Meat
Story: AO3
Art: Tumblr
The Bennington Triangle
Story by @nerdygeekypastrychef
Art by @spunsugarj2fantasy
Read it on ao3
Art Masterpost
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: Teen and up
Warnings: none
Summary: Not long after Sam leaves college behind and starts hunting with his brother again, he finds a series of disappearances in Bennington Vermont going back hundreds of years. It started with just a few and was infrequent but whatever is taking these people and leaving no trace is getting greedier as the years pass.
The boys travel to Vermont to look into the case, but Dean isn’t feeling like himself and it’s got Sam concerned.
(Inspired by a series of true disappearances in Bennington, Vermont in the 1950’s for the first inaugural SPN Eldritch Bang)
Sign-ups for the 2018 Gencest Bang are OPEN!
Check out the challenge summary, FAQ, and schedule before signing up.
Authors will write a minimum of 3,000 words and artists will create at least one work of art. If you are an author who doesn’t want to participate in artist claims there will be an option to opt-out at a later date.
Sign-ups close for authors on December 8th and for artists on February 2nd.
Questions? Contact the Mod.
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“All that matters now, all that’s ever mattered, is that we’re together. ”
The Gencest Bang is a Supernatural fic challenge centered on Gencest, or the intense, platonic relationship between Sam and Dean Winchester. Fandom authors and artists will team up to create works that highlight this beautiful, crazy relationship.
Sign-ups open November 17th.
Overview | Schedule | LiveJournal | Need inspiration? | Questions?
The Malevolent Sea
Title: The Malevolent Sea
Author: Firesign10
Artist: @merakierosart
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Word Count: 14,613
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Show-level violence and ickiness
Disclaimer: Not even close to real, folks
Summary: Agents “Townshend" and “Daltrey" drive to the Maine coast for a possible case. Is the lighthouse haunted, or is it something even more sinister? With three people dead already, they must work quickly to find the cause, but things get weird fast…
Link to story: on LJ | on AO3
Link to art: on LJ
a long hard day, a long hard night
Title: a long hard day, a long hard night
Writer: @zmediaoutlet (deadlybride)
Artist: @armellin
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Rating: E
Warnings: Violence, Gore, Cannibalism
Summary: When Dean’s body disappears from his bedroom after Metatron kills him, Sam nearly goes crazy looking for him–torturing demons, ruining relationships with other hunters, trying anything at all that will help. Digging through the Men of Letters archives, he finally finds a ritual that might bring Dean back. The cost isn’t something he worries about; when it comes to Dean, no cost is too high.
That night, Sam drank most of a bottle of very bad scotch all by himself, sitting the dark, and then he walked unsteady down to the archives and tried to summon Crowley, and he’d done that ritual so many times that he knew the ingredients and the sigils and the words off like he knew his own name, only—only Crowley didn’t come. He tried again, and again, and Crowley didn’t come. He knelt there dizzy with his hand pouring blood and it just—didn’t make sense. When he finally staggered to his feet he held his hand cupped in front of him but he kept bleeding, the wet dripping down to the concrete floor while he made his woozy way down the halls to Dean’s room, and it hurt in some soul-shuddering way to push open that door knowing what was behind it, only—only Dean was—Dean’s bed was—
(post on my tumblr) || (read more on AO3) || (art post)
